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He doesn’t sign a thing. He doesn’t have to.
“She’s fine,” I tell him.
Still, he doesn’t sign a word, just tucks his cigarette away and opens the door, stepping inside.
Iris lets me go and rushes after him. I bring in the rear.
“I found her running about, Xav,” I say. “Trying to get trampled by some idiot Council dude.”
Nothing.
“Xavier?”
He turns, puts the cigarette down, and closes the gap between them.
She takes a small nervous step back, right into me, and he grins.
Iris is caged in.
Then, he kisses her.
CHAPTER
FORTY-EIGHT
Iris
This isn’t Mr. Scarsby.
This is Xavier unleashed.
The kiss is carnal, animalistic, and rivals the one that decimated me in the streets from Killian.
Mr. Scarsby writes me love words and gentle innuendo. Xavier’s pure and unadulterated sex and control in his kiss.
And then there is she spanking and kink of control from Killian that makes me yearn for his mastery. I can’t help but see the mirror of them.
Xavier slips his hand around my throat to hold me there, his tongue invading, lips commanding, and my knees are nothing but melted want and desire.
When he lets me go, Killian spins me and unleashes his own kisses on me, soft kisses with biting centers, kisses that curl my toes.
Xavier pulls my hair gently, back into his arms as he bites my throat hard, then pushes the cloak away. With unerring focus, he latches on to my nipple through the material of my dress andsucks, making me moan. My head spins and the throb in my clit is something that curls up inside me, touching me everywhere.
“Downstairs,” Killian mutters.
Without giving me a choice, Xavier throws me over his shoulder and takes me down into the basement where my nest is still in place and the air smells like the three of us. It makes me utterly insane.
My pussy’s beyond wet, aching.
He sets me down, and I slide all the way to the floor so I’m looking up at them. “You don’t have bedrooms or do you just like fucking girls in your dungeon?”
The flicker of heated arousal from Killian is searing, and his growl sends shivers through me.
And in my head, Xavier’s laughter fills me, earthy, lustful with an edge of erotic.
Oh, cupcake, you really are a button-pushing brat. We don’t bring home girls and upstairs is dangerous.
“The wrong kind.” Killian starts to lower the zipper on his trousers. I sit up to reach for his cock, but his look stays me.
